Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.